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R2269711Young Pheon strove the bliss to tasteYoung PhaonYoung Phaon strove the bliss to tasteCHast thoughts within my love=sick (breast / most welcome do I find,Houghton Library 25242.67Editornonenonenonenone
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1: 1AMINTAS, / Or, The constant Shepherds complaint. / Whilst others take dellght to range, / And mostly pleasure take in change, / Amintas vows he'l constant prove, / Unto the death to his dear Love.AMINTAS,
Or, The constant Shepherds complaint.
Whilst others take dellght to range,
And mostly pleasure take in change,
Amintas vows he’l constant prove,
Unto the death to his dear Love.
AMINTAS, Or, The constant Shepherd's complaint. Whilst others take delight to range, And mostly pleasure take in change, Amintas vows he'll constant prove, Unto the death to his dear Love.?-?P. Brooksby

AMINTAS,Or, The constant Shepherds complaint.Whilst others take dellght to range,And mostly pleasure take in change,Amintas vows he'l constant prove,Unto the death to his dear Love.Tune of, Young Pheon strove the bliss to taste.

CHast thoughts within my love-sick breastmost welcome do I find,Whilst other rangers are possestwith a lascivious mind,Let others love variety,my Caelia ile adore,And might I gain her companyI'd never covet more.Such charming sweetness in her eyes,I e're was wont to find,They did attract and still surprize,and captivate my mind,But though she's fickle I must loveand cannot but admire,Though she my passion disapprove,it more augments my fire.

Cupid has made too deep a wound,that for to cure the smart,There's none but she that can be foundto ease my Love-sick heart,Oh! might I be so fortunatemy Shepherdess to gaine,But she contemns my mean estate,and laughs at all my pain.Her beauty's such none can withstand,the attractives of her eyes,The greatest Monarch may command,and at first view surprize,Yea gods! her victim Ile be stilland must adore her charms,Though she should be inclosed stillwithin anothers Arms.

Oh cruel fayr! how oft did youboth swear and eke protest,Your love both reall was and true,when yet you were in jest,Whilst I believ'd and did receiveyour words with listning strange,Yet now you scornfully deceive,and love to rove and range.How many houres by me been spentin sobs and sighs in vain,Each minute full of discontent.regardless of my pain,Whilst Syren like your looks insnare,intending to deceive,For till they love you speak them fair,and then you take your leave.The second part to the same Tune,Beware fair Nymph least Cupids Dartagainst you being bent,E're long ensnare your stubborn heartand cause you to repent,Altho that now you scornful areand pitty not my flame,True Lovers are the gods chief care,who will repay the same.You tax us with inconstancywhen we poor men do find,Your Sex does love Varietymore fickle than the Wind,The Ship that rides upon the Wavesmore stedfast in foul weather,'gainst which the curling Billows lavesoft sailing God knows whether.

The Choristers within the Groveswith warbling notes can tell,When Philomell did chaunt our lovesI thought that all was well;The merry Shepherds on the Lawn,how would they sing your praise,E're blushing Sol began to dawnin their sweet Roundelays.But finding you unconstant prove,the Scene is alterd quite,Although they blame me for my Love,to you they bear a spite,Instead of praises curses storeon you each day bestow,When that your name comes them be-foreas with their flocks they go.In time therefore my Rivall leave,though tempting be his charms,Your dying Shepherd wrong'd receiveinto your Snowey Arms,The gods they have design'd, that youmust be my wife at last,Then we shall greet like Lovers truewhen Storms are gone and past.Then shall I well rewarded be,with bliss for all my pain,And endless my felicity,when constant you remain,New transports we shall alwaies find,for to encrease Loves fire,When both are mutually thus joyn'd,and have but one desire.